Middleton, Thomas · published 1608 · first performed or written 1606 [1605-1608] (Annals) tragedy · King's Men · Globe T39 Profit, conscience and dishonest dealing typicality 0.76 · 464 words
Marked words are the most distinguishing words of T39: conscience, lucre, usury, lucar, fraud, dissimulation, simony, london, lady, nemo.
ay, far fetched you know: But speak in your conscience i'faith, have not we as good potingsticks i'th' Country as need to be put i'th' fire, The mind of a thing is all, The mind of a thing's all, and as thou saidst e'en now, far fetched is the best things for Ladies. ay, and for waiting gentlewomen to. But Ralph, what, is our beer sour this thunder? No no it holds countenance yet. Why then follow me, I'll teach you the finest humour to be drunk in, I learned it at London last week. i'faith let's hear it, let's hear it. The bravest humour, 'twould do a man good to be drunk in't, they call it knighting in London, when they drink upon their knees. Faith that's excellent. Come follow me, I'll give you all the degrees on't in order. What will become of us? all will away, my husband never ceases in expense, Both to consume his credit and his house? And 'tis set down by heavens just decree, That riot's child must needs be beggary, Are these the virtues that his youth did promise, Dice, and voluptuous meetings, midnight Revels, Taking his bed with surfeits. Ill beseeming The ancient honour of his house and name: And this not all: but that which kills me most, When he recounts his Losses and false fortunes, The weakness of his state so much dejected, Not as a man repentant: but half mad: His fortunes cannot answer his expense: He sits and sullenly locks up his Arms, Forgetting heaven looks downward, which makes him Appear so dreadful, that he frights my heart, Walks heavily, as if his soul were earth: Not penitent for those his sins are past: But vexed, his money cannot make them last. A fearful melancholy ungodly sorrow. Oh yonder he comes, now in despite of ills I'll speak to him, and I will hear him speak, And do my best to drive it from his heart. Pox o'th' Last throw, it made Five hundred Angels vanish from my sight, I'm damned, I'm damned: the Angels have forsook me Nay 'tis certainly true: for he that has no coin Is damned in this world: he's gone, he's gone. Dear husband. Oh! most punishment of all I have a wife, I do entreat you as you love your soul, Tell me the cause of this your discontent. A vengeance strip thee naked, thou art cause, Effect, quality, property, thou, thou, thou. Bad, turned to worse? both beggary of the soul, as of the body. And so much unlike himself at first, As if some vexed spirit Had got his form upon him. He comes again: He says I am the cause, I never yet Spoke less than words of duty, and of love.
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I, farre fetcht you know: But speak in your conscience yfaith, haue not we as good potingsticks ith Cuntry as need to be put ith fire, The mind of a thing is all, The mind of a thing's all, and as thou saidst eene now, farre fetcht is the best thinges for Ladies. I, and for waiting gentle women to. But Ralph, what, is our beer sower this thunder? No no it holds countenance yet. Why then follow me, Ile teach you the finest humor to be drunk in, I learnd it at London last week. I faith lets heare it, lets heare it. The brauest humor, twold do a man good to bee drunck in't, they call it knighting in London, when they drink vpon their knees. Faith that's excellent. Come follow me, Ile giue you all the degrees ont in order. What will become of vs? all will awaie, my husband neuer ceases in expence, Both to consume his credit and his house? And tis set downe by heauens iust decree, That Ryotts child must needs be beggery, Are these the vertues that his youth did promise, Dice, and voluptuous meetings, midnight Reuels, Taking his bed with surfetts. Ill beseeming The auncient honor of his howse and name: And this not all: but that which killes me most, When he recounts his Losses and false fortunes, The weaknes of his state soe much deiected, Not as a man repentant: but halfe madd: His fortunes cannot answere his expence: sits and sullenly lockes vp his Armes, Forgetting heauen looks downward, which makes him Appeare soe dreadfull, that he frights my heart, Walks heauyly, as if his soule were earth: Not penitent for those his sinnes are past: But vext, his mony cannot make them last. A fearefull melancholie vngodly sorrow. Oh yonder he comes, now in despight of ills Ile speake to him, and I will heare him speake, And do my best to driue it from his heart. Poxe oth Last throw, it made Fiue hundred Angels vanish from my sight, Ime damnd, Ime damnd: the Angels haue forsook me Nay tis certainely true: for he that has no coyne Is damnd in this world: hee's gon, hee's gon. Deere husband. Oh! most punishment of all I haue a wife, I doe intreat you as you loue your soule, Tell me the cause of this your discontent. A vengeance strip thee naked, thou art cause, Effect, quality, property▪ thou, thou, thou. Bad, turnd to worse? both beggery of the soule, as of the bodie. And so much vnlike him selfe at first, As if some vexed spirit Had got his form vpon him. He comes agen: He saies I am the cause, I never yet Spoke lesse then wordes of duty, and of loue.